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The evil that was buried here long ago is unearthed.

It rises.

It gathers strength.

Mr. Dale: I have to get home.

It's almost dark.

And I, I have no idea what happens when it's dark.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Dale: We have tampered with dark forces

that will be our undoing.

We dig here.

Dwight, Gretta.

The three of us are teaming up on a new lead.

Bring it.

Mysterious holes are turning up all over Woodside.

Approximately four feet by four feet.

So weird.

That makes seventy-two.

Seventy-two?

This is no isolated incident.

No random act of hooliganism.

Great word.

You suspect some sinister plot.

Hooliganism.

Bud, are you so stoked you just worked that into a sentence?

Look, seventy-two holes

dug in and around Woodside in the last three months.

And those are just the ones

that have been found and reported.

This bodes ill.

Right in the middle of a very nice lawn.

Huh, dug by hand.

With a shovel.

Two shovels, by the look of it.

See, two distinct shovel patterns

means two culprits.

Highness.

What have we here?

Big hole in the ground

dug by two dudes with two shovels two nights ago.

One of many such holes.

Sir Dwight, a moment of private conversation,

if you please.

The evil that is buried here rises.

Are we taking that literally?

It was foolish to think

that this ground could hold a Tovenaar forever.

Wait.

So, what are we saying?

We have grave suspicion.

Perhaps there's some harmless explanation.

Like what?

Well, we've ruled out hooliganism.

I fear the worst.

What exactly is the worst?

Someone is unearthing the Tovenaar's bones.

Ah, geez.

And when they assemble them all...

Don't say it.

The Tovenaar will rise.

Okay.

Guys.

Whaddaya got there?

Oh!

Uh, nothing.

No, no, it's-- I-- I just dropped my pin.

W.R.?

Wally...

Rowbothom.

My uncle.

My great uncle Wally.

He, um, he passed away last year.

Oh.

I, uh, I have what I need here.

Just got a report of another hole

by Woodside Lake.

We will, uh, catch up with you later.

Okay?

My condolences, Sir Dwight.

Were you close to your Uncle Wally?

What killed him?

Guys, I-- I made him up.

Hm?

'Cause I just found the first lead in this case.

You know what that stands for?

Wally Rowbothom.

May he rest in peace.

Dead Uncle Wally cannot help us now.

He's not dead.

Oh! Thank heavens! Oh!

Oh! A miracle!

We must find the Tovenaar bones

before the skeleton is complete.

Great.

You two do that,

Gretta and I will follow up on this.

What?

It'll make sense once we get there.

Whoever is behind this--

We know who.

He must be stopped.

Okay, so about a thousand years ago,

there was this princess, Gretta,

and she was in big trouble because she had lots of enemies

and not a lot of friends.

So, her court magician, Baldric, cast the champion spell.

It put everyone in the woods to sleep

until a champion would come, break the spell with his kiss,

and deal with Gretta's big, scary enemies.

But that guy never showed up.

Instead--

Aaahhh!

they got me.

Aahh!

Ow!

Is this Uncle Wally's house?

Mr. Dale?

Mr. Dale: Ha!

There.

It thought it could hide.

What-- Mr. Dale, does this belong to you?

What?

Yes, that's mine.

Explain yourself, sir.

Wh-- What she means is do you know anything

about a big hole in somebody's lawn

out on Oak Street?

Or any of the other holes

that have appeared here recently?

Holes?

He has a guilty face.

He does not.

Oh, wow, yeah, he's guilty.

Get inside.

Hurry!

Mr. Dale: I've been digging holes.

That explains it.

It does?

So, it was you?

Mr. Dale: It must have been.

And what of your cohort?

My what?

Two shovels means two culprits.

Listen to me.

I don't know what I do at night.

From sundown to sunrise, it--

it's, uh, blank.

Well, how long has this been going on?

Mr. Dale: Months.

I come to at sunup, usually covered in dirt.

Any idea why?

I know why.

I'm cursed.

Whatever was in that box...

What box?

Mr. Dale: The one I found at the dig.

I brought it back to the office,

I opened it...

What was in the box?

I don't remember anything else about that night.

Or any other night since.

It's him, Baldric.

Sir Aldred.

How do we find him?

A safeguard spell.

Hm?

It was designed

to allow a witch to keep tabs on a loved one.

Loved one?

Yes!

I can use it to find Sir Aldred.

You can?

Ah! Here it is.

I'll need a scarf and a large bowl.

What exactly is there between you and Sir Aldred?

Oh!

Pppfffftt.

Not a thing!

"Fill the bowl with water

while recalling a favorite memory of your loved one."

Hm.

Okay, let's see here.

Oh!

Awww.

Aww.

Ah, ah.

Next step.

"Place in the water something your loved one gave you."

Ah!

You're wear--

I don't even like them.

So, you wake up every morning

covered in dirt.

Usually with a shovel.

Mr. Dale: See?

Oh, wait.

I found something this morning in my pocket.

Any idea where this came from?

Two hundred and five.

It came from there.

We should not be in here.

I see no sign of Hellibad.

Dude sees us,

we're going to be singing the news

and mopping the floors for the rest of our lives.

Hey, mate.

Where you been hiding out?

Me?

Ah, hey, pint for my friend.

Your usual?

You come here a lot?

I, uh...

Ah, sig-- signore!

Signore!

Ah!

Your favorite table is ready.

Ahh!

Not a problem, sir.

It's perfect--

Principessa.

Champion boy.

You are with him?

He is with you?

You are all together with each other?

Mr. Dale: Oh, well, uh, yeah.

A table for three, please.

Certamente.

Come this way.

Yes.

Follow me.

This table has been empty all night.

No, not for you.

Hold on there.

Jacopo!

Wow, look at you, moving up to management.

Si.

I have been most fortunate.

I am deeply grateful.

Have you seen Hellibad anywhere about?

Hellibad the Parrot:

Tabs are due, tabs are due.

Signore Hellibad has gone away.

He has?

Yes.

He grew tired of the tavern life and met a woman,

large and beautiful,

a shoemaker with a shop far away.

And he has gone there to marry her

and make shoes and babies and live happily forevermore.

Okay, good for him.

I am now the keeper of this tavern.

Your Pineapple Shasta, good sir.

Go! Get--go!

Your dinner is being prepared, signore,

exactly as you like it.

And for the honored guests.

Oh, just water for me.

The very same.

Immediatamente.

Looks like "nighttime you"

comes here a lot.

And commands great respect.

I don't remember

ever setting foot in this place before.

Well, you don't remember

digging 73 holes all over Woodside either.

That many?

Probably more.

Your pastry, stuffed with succulent herring

and drizzled liberally with the apricot sauce

you so much enjoy.

Buon appetito.

Yes, please enjoy.

Look at its little eyeballs.

I'm gonna be sick.

Not on the pie.

Are those diamonds real?

It's hard to say.

Let's move on, hm?

Okay, oh, "Whisper into the bowl

a secret your loved one has confided in no one but you."

Hm.

Oh.

Hm.

Mm.

Hey, Zeke.

Hi, Zeke.

Did you get the picture?

Uh, dude,

I'm at the Lakeview Café.

This is nuts.

Eww.

Hide!

Read me the next step, Baldric.

"Once the blindfold is secure,

hold something that belongs to your loved one."

Ah, yes.

Behind me to the right, in the cabinet,

second drawer in the back.

Hm.

I see a quill, a rat skin,

and a little heart-shaped box.

The box.

It's a sock.

Yeah, that's it.

W-Why do you have Sir Aldred's sock?

It's unimportant now, Baldric.

In-- in a special heart box.

Give me the sock, Baldric!

There.

"Imagine the future you will share

with your loved one."

Now what?

"Follow these steps and you will see

"through the eyes of your loved one

for exactly 30 beats of your heart."

Is it working?

Oh! Shh!

Who is that guy?

Sir Aldred.

A Tovenaar.

Which is like a scary, undead, mega-wizard.

You're kidding.

I'm really not.

I see...

Oh, Baldric!

He's gone below.

Let's after him!

No, let's-- let's not.

The last time we went up against this guy,

he almost killed us with that Hopak dance.

What!?

The only reason we're still alive

is 'cause he turned himself into a puddle.

Tell you later.

We shan't confront him openly.

Darn right, we shan't.

We shall use stealth

and learn what the villain is about.

Surreptitiously.

Wait.

What are we doing?

We're gonna be super sneaky

and spy on the guy in the basement.

It's a cypher lock.

We're foiled.

Mr. Dale: What's a cypher lock?

A lock that may only be opened

by moving the various components of the mechanism

in the correct order, direction, and distance.

I see the bad guys put their logo on it.

The emblem of the Tovenaars.

Hey, Zeke.

I'm looking at another hole.

Woodside Park, uh, next to the monkey bars.

So weird.

I'll text you pictures.

It-- it's getting dark out here.

Uh, I'm gonna have to come back.

Dude, can I call you back?

What did you see?

The end of the world.

Oh.

He has the bones, Baldric.

How many?

All but one.

Sir Aldred: The fourth proximal phalanx.

What?

On your right foot.

Just one little bone.

Did you know

that one in a thousand babies is born with an extra toe?

Science is fascinating.

What makes this one different?

Sir Aldred: Ah, it's the smallest

of the proximal phalanges.

One of the most commonly broken bones in the foot.

Mr. Dale:

I mean, why can't we find the confounded thing?

That's the obvious question, Herfenfrefen.

And the answer is, as I fear, as obvious.

Not obvious to me.

Sir Aldred: The bone is secured in some protected place.

The bones are searching for one another.

They long to be reunited.

Find one Tovenaar bone, it will lead you to the rest.

But inside that coffer it is safe?

As safe as any place on earth.

Mr. Dale: Arrgghh!

Then we are undone!

Oh-ho-ho!

Gah... gah...

Why did you do that?

Twice?

We'll never find it.

Sir Aldred: Fortune favors the patient soul.

We're close.

Closer than ever.

First you, Herdenfluffer, then we find all the rest.

Every one of our brothers.

Then I shall finally have made amends.

Come now, no one blames you

for the fall of the brotherhood.

I blame myself.

Sir Aldred will tear this village apart

to find that bone,

and if he finds it--

One Tovenaar is threat enough, but two is--

Officially a brotherhood.

And they won't stop there, Baldric.

They will find every dark realm on this earth.

If it takes them a million years,

they will bring up the bones of all the Tovenaars.

The dark times return.

We have to stop him.

To the Swine and Slosh Tavern.

Wait, I must call Her Highness

and let her know

there's a kidney pie in the icebox

and not to wait supper for me.

Mr. Dale: Hm.

I propose we eat their brains and innards.

What?

No?

Oh fine.

Do you know who that is?

Gretta of the House of Moondragon,

the last heir of Osric the Grim.

And the boy?

Sir Aldred: I forget.

You know how bad I am with names.

Dilbert?

Dwayne?

It doesn't matter.

These two are no threat to us.

They may yet be of some use.